A bird pooped on my car while I was in the grocery store this morning. Big honking nasty blob right on my brand new freaking car.
And I know it was a mockingbird. Because they are snotty things, they think they are soooooo much better than other birds. Just because of Harper Lee.
Well, let me tell you, if I catch one of them pooping on my car again and I don't care if she sends Atticus or even Boo after me, that birdie is going to be a Thor toy before it can chirp.
And I was having such a good time on the drive home, before the poop incident, listening to the same song over and over and over. I may listen to it for several more trips. A hundred times if I want to because I can cos I'm a grown up.
What song? Ah, here is a hint: Dijon ketchup!
Loki sez: I know! I know the answer!
And I know I am babbling on in a sleep deprived state, so I shall shut up.
Thor sez: You are capable of shutting up? Interesting.